Brown paper is a gift in itself

1 Dec

I’m still under the weather.  Literally and figuratively.  I woke up sounding like Anne Bancroft swallowed a frog.  Except on the late Ms. Bancroft it would have been sexy.  On me, not so much.  Perhaps more frog on my end.  Plus, a tornado ripped through a neighborhood not too far from where I live.  Thank God everyone is ok that I know of but December is stressful enough with Christmas coming, Thanksgiving mess still needing to be cleaned up (I know how some of you are), and always it seems like there’s a ton of house fires because of lights and whatnots.  It’s the whatnots that always get you.  Now we have all that plus tornado and high winds to deal with.  But eh, it’s December.  I hope all those families are still able to pull together a Christmas and be thankful things weren’t worse.  We are so blessed.

So even being under the figurative weather today, sounding like the froggy Bancroft and sleeping til nearly noon I finally got a fire under my butt and decided to wrap some gifts.  The kids came up to check on me in my room last night and I just knew it was a matter of time before they found the boxes from  (Another little trick of mine to pull off the best gifts without getting out of my jammies.)  I order everything I can from Amazon, try to get as much free shipping as I can then have it sent to my office because if it’s sent to my house it will sit out there for all the world to see and probably take.  I’m talking about you Derrick.  Stay out of my garage!

Anyway, I went upstairs to wrap some gifts and lo and behold, after pulling out all of my wrapping paper, digging to find tape and scissors I find this…

A whole rainforest of brown packing paper in one of the Amazon boxes.  So what did I do, being the frugal/cheap and also old-fashioned woman that I am I took the paper out of the box and put it ON the boxes.

It looks like old-fashioned packaging and even the wrinkles and crinkles give it character.   You can even write directly on the paper so no need for those crazy gift tags that require the teensiest precision handwriting.  I may even get some twine and wrap around the boxes with that.  You can see in the background I already wrapped one gift before I came upon the brown bag idea.  I actually sat and thought about re-wrapping that one to match all the others but I didn’t.  After two days of total inactivity I think I over did it in my gift wrap gusto. 

Oh, you may be wondering what I did with the boxes that came from Amazon that the kids were eyeballing last night.  Well, I did what any good parent would do and re-taped them and put them back in the same places they were last night so if the kids see them again it will drive them nuts.  That’s just the kind of parent I am.  I tell my husband all the time, what fun is having kids if you can’t torture them a little.   Hopefully they are still grounded from the internet so they can’t accidentally find my blog.  You would be amazed what happens around here “on accident.”

Oh yeah, I almost forgot, yesterday I said I’d post pics of what I worked on this weekend.  Well, I think my daughter’s shirt may be in the washing machine but this is the case I made for my husband’s glasses.  I may make some more for the office folk since we all have spare readers in our desk now even though none of us are willing to admit it.  Hopefully they aren’t reading my blog right now either or that wont be a surprise.  I guess I could just not post that but you know, I’m too excited.  I’m posting it.  Plus, I’m the only one reading my blog anyway. 

And with that, I’m hitting the NyQuil and going back to bed.


Happy Late Thanksgiving

30 Nov

Hooray, set up my blog, set up my etsy, set up in the bed with a cold.

Let me back up a few days. Thanksgiving was a nice break for us. We decided it was a hassle we didn’t want to deal with as we had in years past by breaking our necks cleaning, cooking, having people over, washing dishes, cleaning again all to have about 30 minutes worth of real rest to spend time with our families in time to head back into the real world. So we went to a Brazilian steakhouse. If you are a serious carnivore like I am, you should try Picanha Brazilian Buffet. They have seven different kinds of meat slow roasting over an open flame and it is heaven in your mouth. The things they can do with a cow!!!

Anyway back to the story. During the break I got in a creative mood and worked on a few things. I will post a few pics when I get over the crud and can get out of bed without feeling like the room is about to go into orbit. All day today I have wanted to work on stuff but I can’t stay focused. I’m just pooped. You know how that feels right? Everybody gets pooped now and then.

So I guess I will go back to watching Real Housewives of whatever state it’s in now. I can’t move anyway, the cat is using my gut as a pillow and as much as I want to be the higher species on the food chain, he’s just too cute to wake up.

Stay warm, stay dry and if you’re in the metro area….stay home. I have been watching the weather and parts of the interstate are flooded. And remember, wash your hands!!!

Pizzazzie’s First Post

26 Nov

Woohoo.  I guess this should be the proverbial “get to know me” post.  Buckle your seatbelts.

I am one quirky woman.  Let’s just get that out of the way.  Now I can get on to the good stuff.  My mother is a beautiful Oriental (it sounds more exotic to say oriental).  My poppa is a good, hardworking man from the country and I got the best of both of them passed down into my oversized jeans.  Imagine if Angelina Jolie, Lucy Liu, Dolly Parton and maybe a dash of Jack Black were all mixed into one.  That one would be me fortunately or unfortunately, depending on which side of my mood you’re on and if it’s personally distasteful to imagine Jack Black as a woman.

I grew up watching my mother knit, crochet, sew, make owls out of pinecones, bookmarks from plastic canvas, eggs from fabric scraps and styrofoam, something to whup my heinie from a totally clean and otherwise empty livingroom…  I should be writing a book on the things she can do. 

My dad had a camera that I was fascinated with.  It was back in the 35mm days and he carried it throughout Southeast Asia during his Army years.  I looked at his slides for hours waiting for the day that photographic touch would pass down to me.  I would feel the weight of the camera in my hands, the solidness of it, the cold metal parts (back before everything was made of cheap plastic).  I even thought the sound of the click was cool.

My poppa was also mechanically inclined.  He made a bunk bed in my room when I was a kid.  It was solid wood with large steel bolts.  If a tornado ever tore through the house the bed would still be standing.  The top bunk was a wood platform with no mattress.  It was the deck of my pirate ship, my secret reading place or where I’d sit and think up my adventures with the A-Team. 

Poppa also taught me how to be mechanically inclined.  By the time I was 12-years-old I could change a tire, change oil, replace gaskets, whatever it took to make me independent.  He also showed me how to work on electricity but none of that absorbed because I have this, I don’t know, crazy fear of getting electrocuted.  It didn’t take too many tongue on a 9-volt dares to convince me that electricity was not something I wanted to toy with.

You may wonder how I came to the name Pizzazzie.  It’s pronounced pizzazz-eee, not pizza zazzie.  Pizza gives me heartburn except the home-made stuff my husband makes, but that’s a whole other post.  It wold take at least 1 gig of server space to describe how good it is and totally worth any gastric discomfort that might follow (the post or the pizza).

Anyway, I was going through a rough patch in my life.  I was all sad and I kind of dropped my basket as the Ya Ya would say.  My mom and I were talking one day and I said “I think I just need to re-invent myself with a new name and everything.”  When she asked me what I’d change my name to I said “It would be one name or one word like Pow or Pizzazz and anytime anyone said my name they would have to throw their hands out to the sides like jazz hands and say it loud like PIZZAZZ!!  Kind of like something you would see on Glee but you know, cool. 

However, instead of re-inventing myself I actually stopped fighting and trying to be something I wasn’t and became what I was all along.  The Jack Black, Dolly Parton, Lucy Liu, Angelina Jolie hybrid with knitting needles and flat feet.  I guess that’s the struggle of life, which I guess means I can die now.  Or maybe there’s more struggle to come and that’s why I’m still here…  UGH!  Anyway, I’m not kicking off before I set up my Etsy shop.  Pizzazz was already taken so that’s how I ended up with Pizzazzie, which is kinda cute right?!  Anyway, go see my ONE item on Etsy but keep checking back because I have tons more stuff to put up.  I just took all day to fill out my bio and now I have to go vacuum or sweep or something. 

So, welcome and go get some Pizzazzie in your life!